Back in the nineties, a teenage supergenius joined a mailing list. That odd seed led, via Harry Potter, to today's Effective Altruism and AI Risk movements; bizarre cults; and the birth of Bitcoin. This is the surreal saga of Extropia's Children.
Meditations on Moloch is “soul-wrenching”, apparently. Jesus fucking Christ.
In what world do these people grow up? “Oh my God, conflict exists between interests and values, things are hard, not every problem is tractable”.
There used to be a refrain that “Moloch” is effectively Siskind’s word for capitalism, because he can’t bring his libertarian heart to name what everybody understands. But that’s wrong, because Siskind’s view is no more than the shallowest Burkeanism. And the worst thing about every single anti-Utopian is that they all assume everybody else feels as mugged by imperfection as they do.
Meditations on Moloch is “soul-wrenching”, apparently. Jesus fucking Christ.
In what world do these people grow up? “Oh my God, conflict exists between interests and values, things are hard, not every problem is tractable”.
There used to be a refrain that “Moloch” is effectively Siskind’s word for capitalism, because he can’t bring his libertarian heart to name what everybody understands. But that’s wrong, because Siskind’s view is no more than the shallowest Burkeanism. And the worst thing about every single anti-Utopian is that they all assume everybody else feels as mugged by imperfection as they do.